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Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

On Music

I like music... when other people are providing it. I hate practicing because I hate messing up. I suppose the Type-A personality in me wants it to be perfect the first time, every time, and I get nothing short of skeptical, almost downright discouraged, when I mess up. Because I want my children to learn how to read music, to sing, and be able to play at least two instruments (the piano and something else), I won't quit. But I won't be surprised if I get kicked out of all things musical soon. I am accompanying a duet next Sunday. The song isn't that difficult. At least, it's not when your fingers and brain are working TOGETHER and reading-playing the right notes. I will practice lots this week and it will be fine, but I'm thinking this will be the last time I play. (I keep saying that.) And as for me and singing? I am singing in the choir. I am singing tenor. And I'm not good. It's really hard. It technically shouldn't be any harder than singing alto, but it is! And I'm pretty sure the rest of the tenors are relying on me, and they shouldn't be. I left today thinking I have no business looking at music. I'd like to say all it takes is practice, but there is that point where I've done everything I can with what God gave me, and I'm just not going to be good. Which is hard for my "I have to be the best!" personality. Maybe it's a lesson in humility. Maybe it's a wake-up call that I've been slacking with the piano playing. I'm going to throw this one out there- music is not a natural talent of mine. So, I can't sing, I am mediocre at best on the piano, and I have no rhythm, which makes timing a challenge. (Let's set the record straight right now that rhythm is not the same as coordination, which is why I cannot dance, but can serve, score, kick, run, tackle, and hit in sports.)

I will keep practicing. Both the singing and the piano. But after this is all over I think I need to find something I'm good at so my self-esteem will return.

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I lived in an RV for seven and a half years while we built a house and a family. Now that's behind me, and my posts are totally random and sporadic. I've got four kids (growing up nicely), an awesome husband (Hi Honey!), and my fifth "child" is my queensland Pearl. Don't tell the kids, but she's smarter than they are most of the time. I have another blog, for my family history collaboration.